It's in the grain of the wood   It's in the needle's rust   It's in the eagle's claw   It's in the eyes you trust      It's in the jackal's dreams   It's in the sleet and the hail   It's in the unmarked box   Came today in the mail      It's in the dead man's pocket   It's in the child's first sin   It's in the Constitution   Written in very small print      It's in Colin Powell's lies   It's in the Shaman's trance   It's in the cellar waiting   And it's in the best laid plans      Now we could cut and run   Take half the blame   Yeah, don't stop now   That's why we came   House gone up in flames      It's in the National Anthem   It's in the scurrying roach   It's in the closed partition   'Tween first class and coach      It's in the relentless fever   It's in the lonely room   It's in the hands of fate   And it's in the Pharaoh's tomb      It's in the rich man's dreams   It's in the poor man's hands   It's in the body bags   Along the Rio Grande      It's in the evening shade   It's on the zealot's tongue   It's in the widow's tears   And it's in the miner's lungs      Now we could cut and run   Take half the blame   Yeah, don't stop now   That's why we came   House gone up in flames      It's in the moon's dark spin   It's in the cloudless sky   It was in St. Peter's denial   That he'd thrice deny      It's in the distant thunder   It's in the whispered prayer   That they won't find us hidden   Here beneath the stairs      So consider yourself lucky   And watch what you say   I got what I wanted   You might get the same      It's in bold print nailed   To the cathedral door   It's in the black cold pressure   On the ocean floor      Now we could cut and run   Take half the blame   Yeah, don't stop now   That's why we came alone   This house gone up in flames